DEVON LANE

Like a familiar returning refrain

Stretched the empty Devon lane

Taking me on - yet taking me back

To folk and times I won't see again.

 

Faces long gone and Christmases past

Haunting me by not holding fast

Both whispering down that empty track

"Nothing in your life will last".

 

The tide below the coast blew spume

Above the shingle's ceaseless boom

In Mother Nature's tireless attack

While buffeted seabirds fought for room.

 

The wailing wind in mournful dirge

Matched each incoming tidal surge

Amplifying all life seemed to lack

That hope alone would ever purge.

 

Lane, coast and sea lay all around

A symphony of sight and sound

As my mind took on a different tack

Seeking the solace to be found.

 

High above the grey clouds parted

By the smiling sun outsmarted

Its sudden gleam was like a smack

No longer did I feel sadhearted

 

Be happy, it said, for what is now

Be grateful for what you knew - and how

Live for the present - no turning back

And make that your eternal vow!

 

That empty Devon lane I knew

Became a way to see life through

My surroundings had revealed a crack

And looking I was shown how new hope grew.

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◄ SIBLING SENTIMENT - a Saturday theme poem

THOUGHTS AT CHRISTMAS - a seasonal re-post ►

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John Coopey

Mon 17th Dec 2018 18:07

I concur with everything that has been said, MC. How it is not POTW I'll never know.
Just a thought - fancy setting it to music?

Brian Blanchard

Mon 17th Dec 2018 17:41

Lovely Mark. Having never been there, I can still picture it as I believe many have taken a similar stroll down their own lane, and hopefully reached as comforting a resolution! A nice message at this time of year.

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M.C. Newberry

Mon 17th Dec 2018 00:23

The comments are appreciated - thank you. The Devon lane is a
real place from my past - in the South Hams between Dartmouth and Salcombe.

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Don Matthews

Sun 16th Dec 2018 21:09

You have done very well here. I echo all the others with my feelings.
I like the lines

'High above the grey clouds parted
By the smiling sun outsmarted'

Don?

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raypool

Sun 16th Dec 2018 21:00

A wistful and optimistic eulogy for a place you obviously are proud of and look back to with fondness Mark. This has a real genuine power to convey a mood and transport us. Nicely rhymed, it all makes sense.

Ray

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Taylor Crowshaw

Sun 16th Dec 2018 20:54

Hi M.C. I always enjoy your poetry, but this is outstanding. A gentle journey of reflection. ?

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Martin Elder

Sun 16th Dec 2018 18:41

This has got to rank among your finest poems to date. There is an almost wistful mood to it that does not over play sentimentality.


Nice one

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